Leon Gieco — El Imbecil song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Imbecil" by Leon Gieco.
Lyrics
Sos de los que quieren que los chicos
Estén pidiendo guita y comida en las calles
Cerrás las puertas de tu auto falo
Cuando los chicos te piden un mango
Cuidado Patri, guarda Ezequiel
Cuidado el bolso con cosas de valor
Cuidado Nancy, poné el brazo adentro
De un manotazo te sacan el reloj
Soy su padre y les voy a explicar
Que piden para no trabajar
No tuvieron la suerte de ustedes
De tener un padre como el que tienen
Sos de los que miran el retrovisor y cierran todo
Todo justo a tiempo
Y esa manito que golpea el vidrio
Te hace revolcar en tus pobres triunfos
Cuidado tía, vos que en todos confiás
Ese pañuelo que es de seda francesa
Cuidado chicos, miren sin mirar
Porque estos entran enseguida en confianza
Soy su padre y les voy a explicar
Que piden para no trabajar
No tuvieron la suerte de ustedes
De tener un padre como el que tienen
Sos un imbécil que a los chicos
Culpás de la pobreza y la mugre que hay
Que nunca te echen, rogale a tu Dios
Porque en el culo te pondrás ese auto
No quiero que me limpien el parabrisas
Porque está limpio y lo van a ensuciar
No quiero que me pasen esa estampita
De alguna iglesia la habran ido a robar
Soy su padre y les voy a explicar
Que piden para no trabajar
No tuvieron la suerte de ustedes
De tener un padre como el que tienen
Lyrics translation
You're the ones who want the guys
They're asking for money and food on the streets
You will close the doors of your car phallus
When guys ask you for a mango
Watch Patri, watch Ezekiel
Take care of the bag with valuables
Careful Nancy, put your arm in.
One touch you get your watch out
I'm your father and I'm going to explain
Who ask not to work
They weren't lucky enough for you.
Of having a father like the one they have
You're the kind that looks at the rear-view mirror and closes everything
All just in time
And that little hand that hits the glass
Makes you roll in your poor triumphs
Watch out aunt, you who trust in all
That handkerchief that's French silk
Watch out guys, look without looking
Because they immediately enter into confidence
I'm your father and I'm going to explain
Who ask not to work
They weren't lucky enough for you.
Of having a father like the one they have
You're an asshole to the boys
You blame poverty and filth
May they never throw you out, pray to your God
'Cause you're gonna put that car up your ass.
I don't want my windshield cleaned.
'Cause it's clean and they're gonna mess it up.
I don't want to be handed that stamp.
Some church has gone to steal it
I'm your father and I'm going to explain
Who ask not to work
They weren't lucky enough for you.
Of having a father like the one they have